C19

[Intro: Revo]
(Rossi going up)
She know she going up
Yeah, yeah, she going up
Yeah, she know she going up
She know I add it up
Get them bags and add it up
She come and add it up
Get them bags and run it up

[Chorus: Revo]
Bad bitch know she going up, bad bitch know she going up
This Hi-Tech in my double cup, Hi-Tech, bitch, I pour it up
Bad bitch know she going, yeah, bad bitch know she going, yeah
I get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up

[Verse 1: Revo]
She know I run it up
Ice with me, I pour it up
This eight all in my double cup
This Saint Laurent, can't get enough
How you sat with Deagles and call yourself a D-boy?
I F, bitch, I fraud
I came up off a log
Both of them, they stupid thick, bitch, I just want ménagе, ayy
Quarter pound and half a pound, all I know is quads
Feel like the youngеst one in charge
Foreign in the garage
Hundred days, hundred nights, sippin' tropical and [?][1:08]
Feel like I'm goin' up
Saw the strip, I throw it up
[?], I pour it up
I get the cash and add it up
I'm goin' fast, I hope it don't crash
Yeah, you niggas ain't got [?], forty on my lap

[Chorus: Revo]
Bad bitch know she going up, bad bitch know she going up
This Hi-Tech in my double cup, Hi-Tech, bitch, I pour it up
Bad bitch know she going, yeah, bad bitch know she going, yeah
I get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up
Bad bitch know she going up, bad bitch know she going up
This Hi-Tech in my double cup, Hi-Tech, bitch, I pour it up
Bad bitch know she going, yeah, bad bitch know she going, yeah
I get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up

[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]
Get them bags and count it up
Perkies give me stamina
I break her back, I damage her
She know I spend them racks for fun
We circle like the calendar
If you want that static, yeah
Walk inside the store, I just blew ten bags on some fashion, yeah
I see money through these Cartiers
Fear of God, only God I fear
557s not like a spear
My killers on 'tack, no tears
Big body Range, I'm switching gears
Smoking on loud, I don't cover my ears
Know Chrome roll up, pop his top like a beer
And my neck lit up like a chandelier
I'ma floor the dash, feds get in my rear
Bad lil' bitch hot and fine, she rare
We got sticks in the car, boy, don't you dare
[?][2:30], but I don't really care
Ayy, she gon' choose up, she know Burna don't share
[?] in the [?] like a motherfuckin' pear
Soon as we walk in the room, they stare
But the fifth sittin' down like a motherfuckin' chair

[Chorus: Revo]
Bad bitch know she going up, bad bitch know she going up
This Hi-Tech in my double cup, Hi-Tech, bitch, I pour it up
Bad bitch know she going, yeah, bad bitch know she going, yeah
I get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up